Lyrics:
How could you dare amount to this?
How could you dare amount to this?
How could you dare amount to this?
How could you dare amount to this?
I want
Ima make it count
For the big amount
(StevieGonthetrack)
Ima make it count
Stacking dead presidents in my bank account
Had to cut come niggas off
Just the right amount
Just the right amount of love
Just the right amount of love while you stroking me slowly
Just the right amount of love
You
What I think about
What I think about
Feel the rush
Run up the amount
Run up the amount
Run it up
I ain't keeping count
I ain't keeping count
Bound
that amount (Yeah)
Got grams, got that amount (Uh, yeah)
Yeah I'm on Molly, ima' roll to the top
I-I I need to stop going out
All I do is fucking pout
I
left, that nigga bailed out (but fuck 'em)
They tellin' out, these niggas ain't bailin' out (pussy)
Young Scooter get money in large amounts (count up)
Crazy SB
Crazy SB
Crazy SB
Music is my therapy, no doubt
I'm keepin' my energy, high amount
Stayin' in my galaxy, no out
Mix my energy no
racks they call it scandalous I blow that dirty fume
Ballin' now
Yeah we ballin' now
She used to hate me back then now I count up large amount
Ballin' now
love to talk but can't seem to live it out ..Fuck them hunneds & them racks bitch I need them big amounts ..
Bitch I need them big amounts ( yea I'm
down
'Til the charge runs out
It's unpleasant and quite unhealthy
How you only care about the amount of likes on your selfie
It's unpleasant and quite
Hop in the whip and I’m out
I need so much I can’t count
Ooo and I don’t need no college
Cause I’m getting stupid amount ay
Hop in the whip and I’m
Cuz you know never know (What, what)
When shit gets real nigga
What did it amount to? (Yeah)
This the type music real niggas break a ounce to (Thats
Uh uh copious amounts, copious amounts
I checked the bank account, ah let's go stupid now
Tell that stupid bitch to open up her mouth
Pockets jewish
a triflin', friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger, way over town
In this life, one thing counts In the bank, large amount
In this life, one thing counts In
a climb up the ladder, bredah!
My heart clean like a whistle! (uh-huh)
My heart clean like a whistle! (ugh-huh)
My heart clean like a whistle!
To di amount
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Off the right amount of liquor, I might
(I might)
Turn the crib into a club, we might
(we might)
Spending money
love, oh
See, no amount of money can amount to love
No amount of jewelry can amount to love
No amount of life can amount to love
No amount
love, oh
See, no amount of money can amount to love
No amount of jewelry can amount to love
No amount of life can amount to love
No amount
to show me
I, I feel you're lonely, no need to explain
So don't say you love me "Fala amo"
Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know
No amount
working on my aim
I been working on my feet
Man this shit working my nerve
It got me plotting in these streets
For the right amount of loyalty
I'll wipe
fried
And now I long for sweet and sounding sleep
I just can't get no more
I just want to go to sleep
But the night keeps me awake
No amount of books
Urban mind state uh
I just want the money in large amounts
Came a long long way from grandmas house
And I will pop you in ya nugging for running your
Cashier all I wanna do is count
Bank teller all I wanna do is count
Bring it to the plug wit the right amount
If a nigga play we gon light em down
a couple racks in Louis V
I might spend the same amount on some kicks
Spend the same amount on some Ricks
Spend the same amount on this fit
Yeah-yeah, yeah
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